Dear... Friend Who Is Searching
Some people are like candles, while they try to light up your way, they die. The next day, they continue their existence the same way.
Now when you’re on your way home, when you’re so close to your planet, I write this to tell you, I feel what others feel. I absorb their physical symptoms, I start talking to them, and liking them, listening to their music. I even visit the sites they like. I’m like a cloud.
So fly to your native planet.
You say you feel like a robot.
When I need just a room to take off these feelings.
I’m able to make more of a discovery than your Sherlock brother.
And yes I don’t love you. I felt exactly like you did because of my damn talent.
Remember, each time you think of me, the thought of you comes to my mind. That’s not a telepathy. That’s my life.
During your depressions I tried to be like a candle to you. Like you, I tried to act like I didn’t care.
But the agony I’m in made a hole in my soul I am trying to cure.
Good bye.